Great thread
Way out in the sticks near where I live between Clun and Newtown- about as far from the sea as you can get, there stands a closed pub of great local fame called the Anchor that the wild Welsh used to cross the border to when their area was dry. It used to run rock music gigs late into the night. I cant remember how many times it was raided and closed down because of what went on in the early hours, but I do remember the pet fox that was chained up outside the door and used to scare the wits out of you if it jumped at you!